A life-time ago, or so it appears to me, I gained a reputation for writing ghost stories. This was peculiar, because none sold.

In more recent times, I made an equally dominant reputation -- for a short time -- writing Sci-Fi stories. Equally peculiar, as I thought this would be one of my weaker genres.

The readers decide how they perceive you, and apart from two or three e-books with moderate sales, their perception of my work is no more than rubbish. I begged for nickels and dimes, I cut prices at every corner and got nothing for months of work. This former writer is closing shop soon, you wouldn't work hours a day for nothing in return and yet you expect me too.

In a new wave philosophy, I am throwing out my principles of only putting what I consider my best work out. I have no reputation to ruin, or sales figures to watch fall. If a story comes out on the blog, don't expect quality, after all "You get what you pay for," and you aren't paying. The last three years have been a harsh learning curve, what I learned only proved what I thought before I started -- perhaps a self-fulfilling prophecy -- you need two things to get on as a writer. A degree and money. I have read sub-standard books, but because the writer had money to publicise them, they thrived. I have read books by people with degrees and yet, they had no idea how to write. Again, with money the book got publicity and did well.